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#MorningCoffee began with the simple purpose to make (my) mornings more meaningful.

When you think of morning coffee, what comes to mind?

Morning Coffee signifies an energizing start to the day, but if we automatically repeat such an easy task each morning, it loses meaning. The potency diminishes, and rather than enjoying the pleasure of coffee as it tickles your tastebuds, we hurriedly rush out the door to start the day.

I wanted Morning Coffee to be mindful again.

The idea was inspired by Nick Lavecchia.

Some time ago, I saw that he shared surfing photos with the hashtag, #MorningCoffee. And with it, the concept that "morning coffee" should be something that invigorates the start to your day - whether with actual coffee, or not. The idea embedded itself in my subconscious, and in the winter of 2017, I found myself desiring a more meaningful start to my day.

Fast forward to a full length mirror and my clothes piled around me on the floor. It's winter in Sweden, breaking dawn. The soft light filters through the window, landing tenderly on my skin. Like the delicate flutter of butterfly wings, sunlight kisses my naked body.

I couldn't have predicted what happened next.

By physically removing the layers of clothing from my body, I began to remove the layers of toxicity fro my mind, built up after five years of an emotional abusive relationship - and before that, a lifetime of never feeling like I was good enough.

Baring it all before the mirror, as dawn softly puckered my skin, I was able to see myself clearly for the first time.

And for the first time, I began to fall in love with myself.

For the first time, I was more than enough.

This is the story behind #MorningCoffee. These are the roots the Beast Goddess has blossomed from.